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Punch-Drunk Love
Blame it
“What the fuck happened last night?” I heard a familiar voice ask as I was awoken from my slumber.
I opened my eyes and realized I was in the bathtub, without a shirt on. I peered over the edge, and saw Brian laying on his stomach, also shirtless and rubbing his eyes.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said sitting up, “Any clue as to where my shirt is?”
He glanced around the small space for a moment, before shaking his head and turning back to me.
“Nope, I only see my jersey,” he said with a rough voice.
“Well that’s just grand,” I said annoyed, “Now I’m stuck in the bathroom.”
“You can wear my jersey,” he said handing it to me, “I don’t mind being shirtless.”
I muttered a thank you, before pulling the jersey over my head. I couldn’t help but notice how good it smelled, and smiled at Brian. I went to pull my hair into a ponytail, but was quickly cut off by Brian.
“Uh, you might want to leave your hair down,” he said scratching his neck, “You have a good size hicky on your neck.”
I finally stumbled out of the bathtub, and looked in the mirror with a groan. Like Brian said, I had a hicky gracing the left side of my neck, and it was dark. I shot him a glare, but softened it when I saw the damage he had.
“You have one right below your ear,” I said with a small point, “What the hell went on last night?”
“I have no idea, the last thing I remember is you making me hold your cup because you needed to pee. I drank the cup, and that’s all I remember,” he said pushing himself off the ground.
“I remember you pushing me into the bathroom when I went to leave,” I said scratching my head, “And then us getting really heated, but only making out.”
He nodded in agreement, before we both decided to head downstairs and see what damage had been done the night before. Everyone was strewn around the living room, sans Jess, and was slowly waking up. John heard the noise on the stairs and looked up to see who it was.
“So you guys didn’t leave last night,” he said with a smirk, “But some clothes seem to be missing. Tsk, tsk, Sadie.”
“Can it John, we didn’t do anything,” I said as we sat on one of the couches, “We only made out, you know I’m not that big of a slut.”
“Then where’s you shirt?”
“I don’t know, it’s missing,” I said with a shrug, “And this place is trashed, we should start working on cleaning it.”
The boys groaned, but agreed knowing it had to be done. I went back upstairs and found Jess passed out in her bedroom before waking her up. She groaned, pulled herself out of bed and followed me downstairs.
“We’ll get the backyard, and you guys get the living room,” I said pointing between Jess and I, “We’ll work on the kitchen together.”
We all grabbed a trash bag, before splitting up into our designated areas. The backyard had red cups, and beer cans strewn all over, including in the pool. I let out a soft groan before walking over to the pool, and grabbing the net. I did the best I could without having to get into the pool. The only thing I couldn’t get was a clump of material, which was most likely a shirt, sitting at the bottom of the pool. Luckily, it was in the shallow end, so I was able to lay on the ground and dip my hand in to retrieve it.
“Well, I found my shirt,” I hollered to Jess over my shoulder.
“How did it even go missing in the first place?” she asked coming over with her half full bag.
“It got shed somewhere during Brian and I’s make out session up in the bathroom,” I said with a shrug, “How it ended up in the pool, I have no idea.”
“That explains the jersey,” she said as we headed inside, “I had a feeling you’d hook up with him. He’s exactly your type.”
“I don’t have a type, Jess,” I said scoffing.
“Sandy blonde hair, green or hazel eyes, scruff, and a nice smile,” she said smirking, “Trust me, that’s your type.”
I took in what she said, and realized she was absolutely right. In my entire track record of guys, 90% of them fit her description exactly. We made our way back inside and started on the kitchen with the boys.
“I found my shirt in the pool,” I told Brian as we wiped the spilled alcohol from the counter.
“I wish I could say I knew how it got there,” he said with a laugh in his voice.
“I wish I could too,” I said laughing, “I vaguely remember us hiding in the shower and trying not to laugh when someone knocked on the door. Maybe they came in and took it?”
“Probably, people do weird stuff when drunk,” he said laughing with me.
We finished cleaning the kitchen with everyone fairly quick, and were done at around 11 AM. We all realized we were hungry, and decided that we should go out to lunch after we had the chance to shower. Stephen, John, Josh, Brian and I all piled into Stephen’s car as he drove us to our respective homes. We agreed to meet at Denny’s in an hour, which gave us girls more than enough time to get ready.
I was glad my parents were out of town when I got home, so I didn’t get bombarded with questions as to why I had on a male jersey. I stripped off my alcohol smelling clothes, before getting in the shower and doing all the necessary tasks.
Once out I let my long dark hair dry into it’s “beachy waves”, before applying my normal makeup. I slid on my dark denim skirt, followed by my blue and white striped top, before sliding on my white flip-flops. I dug out my large white purse, before making sure my wallet, keys, and everything else I needed was in there.
Almost on queue, I heard the doorbell being pushed repeatedly, signaling the Gomez brothers were ready to head to lunch. I grabbed my sunglasses from my nightstand, before running down the stairs, and greeting the brothers.
We walked to my black Jetta, and there was an instant fight over who got to ride shotgun. Ultimately, Stephen won, and started fiddling with the stereo as soon as I started the car. The drive to Denny’s was short, but the brothers couldn’t help but to tease me about my little rendezvous’ with Brian the previous night.
“Don’t be mad that I got some action, while you didn’t,” I said as we pulled into the lot, “Now lets drop it and get some food. I’m starved.”
We walked into the mostly empty restaurant, and spotted Jess, Brian and Josh already sat in the large booth in the corner. John and Stephen slid in next to Jess, and I sat in the open spot next to Brian. I didn’t bother looking at the menu, considering I always got the same thing, and noticed Brian wasn’t looking at his menu either.
“I’m guessing you come here enough to know what you already want like I do?” I asked him in an effort to start a conversation.
“Yeah, I get the same thing every time,” he said sipping on his glass of water.
“I do too, one of the waitresses actually knows what John, Stephen and I want when right when we come in,” I said with a laugh, “Sadly I think she only works late nights.”
He was about to respond, when we heard our waitress clear her throat. I looked up to the girl, who couldn’t have been more than 16 years old, surveying our large group nervously.
“Hi, I’m Miranda and I’ll be taking care of you guys today,” she said with a semi-shaky voice, “Are you guys ready to order, or should I come back in a few minutes?”
“No, we’re ready,” John said with a huge smile on his lips.
We all rattled off our orders, and she left to go put them in. I noticed John kept his eyes on her until she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Didn’t you learn it’s not polite to stare,” I said flicking my straw wrapper at him.
“But she was damn hot,” he said still looking to where she disappeared to, “I have to get her number.”
We all just laughed at him, and melted into separate conversations while we waited for our food to arrive. I mainly talked to Brian, and quickly realized we had similar taste in a lot of things.
When Miranda came back with our food, I had to hold in my giggles as John flirted with her. She flirted right back, and I knew that he would end up with her number by the end of lunch. We all munched on our food silently once she left, and I realized how hungry I really was.
“Oh shit, I didn’t bring your jersey back,” I said with sudden realization turning to Brian.
“It’s okay, I can just get it from you when I take you to dinner Tuesday night,” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll give it to you when you pick me up around 7:30,” I said going along with the plan.
“So it’s a date?”
“It’s a date,” I said with a wink before turning back to the rest of the table.
Miranda of course returned to check on us, and John shamelessly flirted with her the whole time she stood by our table. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes at him, and continue eating. When we were done, she brought out the bill, and handed it specifically to John. We all dished out the cash we owed, before standing up and leaving.
“Don’t you need to get her number?” Josh asked John as we started to leave.
“Nah, she left hers for me on the receipt,” he said with a look of triumph, “Looks like I have someone to call tonight.”
“Yeah, after practice,” Stephen said as we got to the cars, “Which is at 6 in our basement. Are you coming Sadie?”
“Have I ever missed one of your guys’ practices?” I asked with a laugh, “Of course I will be there!”
“Alright, see you in like 5 hours,” I said before giving everyone a hug.
I ended up holding onto Brian the longest, and he surprised me by kissing my cheek before heading to his car. I felt the blush creep up my neck, before climbing into the driver seat.
“Swimming before practice?” Stephen suggested as we pulled onto the main road.
“I’m down,” I said shrugging, “I didn’t really get to yesterday. You in John?”
“Sure, why not,” he said from the backseat.
We got home in a matter of minutes, before the boys went to change, as well as me. By the time I made it downstairs into the backyard, they were already in the pool waiting. I hopped in with them, and we spent the rest of the afternoon messing around in the pool. We didn’t realize what time it was until Jess was peeking over the fence saying that practice needed to start. We all dashed out of the pool, smelling like chlorine, and attended the practice in our bathing suits and towels.
I opened my eyes and realized I was in the bathtub, without a shirt on. I peered over the edge, and saw Brian laying on his stomach, also shirtless and rubbing his eyes.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” I said sitting up, “Any clue as to where my shirt is?”
He glanced around the small space for a moment, before shaking his head and turning back to me.
“Nope, I only see my jersey,” he said with a rough voice.
“Well that’s just grand,” I said annoyed, “Now I’m stuck in the bathroom.”
“You can wear my jersey,” he said handing it to me, “I don’t mind being shirtless.”
I muttered a thank you, before pulling the jersey over my head. I couldn’t help but notice how good it smelled, and smiled at Brian. I went to pull my hair into a ponytail, but was quickly cut off by Brian.
“Uh, you might want to leave your hair down,” he said scratching his neck, “You have a good size hicky on your neck.”
I finally stumbled out of the bathtub, and looked in the mirror with a groan. Like Brian said, I had a hicky gracing the left side of my neck, and it was dark. I shot him a glare, but softened it when I saw the damage he had.
“You have one right below your ear,” I said with a small point, “What the hell went on last night?”
“I have no idea, the last thing I remember is you making me hold your cup because you needed to pee. I drank the cup, and that’s all I remember,” he said pushing himself off the ground.
“I remember you pushing me into the bathroom when I went to leave,” I said scratching my head, “And then us getting really heated, but only making out.”
He nodded in agreement, before we both decided to head downstairs and see what damage had been done the night before. Everyone was strewn around the living room, sans Jess, and was slowly waking up. John heard the noise on the stairs and looked up to see who it was.
“So you guys didn’t leave last night,” he said with a smirk, “But some clothes seem to be missing. Tsk, tsk, Sadie.”
“Can it John, we didn’t do anything,” I said as we sat on one of the couches, “We only made out, you know I’m not that big of a slut.”
“Then where’s you shirt?”
“I don’t know, it’s missing,” I said with a shrug, “And this place is trashed, we should start working on cleaning it.”
The boys groaned, but agreed knowing it had to be done. I went back upstairs and found Jess passed out in her bedroom before waking her up. She groaned, pulled herself out of bed and followed me downstairs.
“We’ll get the backyard, and you guys get the living room,” I said pointing between Jess and I, “We’ll work on the kitchen together.”
We all grabbed a trash bag, before splitting up into our designated areas. The backyard had red cups, and beer cans strewn all over, including in the pool. I let out a soft groan before walking over to the pool, and grabbing the net. I did the best I could without having to get into the pool. The only thing I couldn’t get was a clump of material, which was most likely a shirt, sitting at the bottom of the pool. Luckily, it was in the shallow end, so I was able to lay on the ground and dip my hand in to retrieve it.
“Well, I found my shirt,” I hollered to Jess over my shoulder.
“How did it even go missing in the first place?” she asked coming over with her half full bag.
“It got shed somewhere during Brian and I’s make out session up in the bathroom,” I said with a shrug, “How it ended up in the pool, I have no idea.”
“That explains the jersey,” she said as we headed inside, “I had a feeling you’d hook up with him. He’s exactly your type.”
“I don’t have a type, Jess,” I said scoffing.
“Sandy blonde hair, green or hazel eyes, scruff, and a nice smile,” she said smirking, “Trust me, that’s your type.”
I took in what she said, and realized she was absolutely right. In my entire track record of guys, 90% of them fit her description exactly. We made our way back inside and started on the kitchen with the boys.
“I found my shirt in the pool,” I told Brian as we wiped the spilled alcohol from the counter.
“I wish I could say I knew how it got there,” he said with a laugh in his voice.
“I wish I could too,” I said laughing, “I vaguely remember us hiding in the shower and trying not to laugh when someone knocked on the door. Maybe they came in and took it?”
“Probably, people do weird stuff when drunk,” he said laughing with me.
We finished cleaning the kitchen with everyone fairly quick, and were done at around 11 AM. We all realized we were hungry, and decided that we should go out to lunch after we had the chance to shower. Stephen, John, Josh, Brian and I all piled into Stephen’s car as he drove us to our respective homes. We agreed to meet at Denny’s in an hour, which gave us girls more than enough time to get ready.
I was glad my parents were out of town when I got home, so I didn’t get bombarded with questions as to why I had on a male jersey. I stripped off my alcohol smelling clothes, before getting in the shower and doing all the necessary tasks.
Once out I let my long dark hair dry into it’s “beachy waves”, before applying my normal makeup. I slid on my dark denim skirt, followed by my blue and white striped top, before sliding on my white flip-flops. I dug out my large white purse, before making sure my wallet, keys, and everything else I needed was in there.
Almost on queue, I heard the doorbell being pushed repeatedly, signaling the Gomez brothers were ready to head to lunch. I grabbed my sunglasses from my nightstand, before running down the stairs, and greeting the brothers.
We walked to my black Jetta, and there was an instant fight over who got to ride shotgun. Ultimately, Stephen won, and started fiddling with the stereo as soon as I started the car. The drive to Denny’s was short, but the brothers couldn’t help but to tease me about my little rendezvous’ with Brian the previous night.
“Don’t be mad that I got some action, while you didn’t,” I said as we pulled into the lot, “Now lets drop it and get some food. I’m starved.”
We walked into the mostly empty restaurant, and spotted Jess, Brian and Josh already sat in the large booth in the corner. John and Stephen slid in next to Jess, and I sat in the open spot next to Brian. I didn’t bother looking at the menu, considering I always got the same thing, and noticed Brian wasn’t looking at his menu either.
“I’m guessing you come here enough to know what you already want like I do?” I asked him in an effort to start a conversation.
“Yeah, I get the same thing every time,” he said sipping on his glass of water.
“I do too, one of the waitresses actually knows what John, Stephen and I want when right when we come in,” I said with a laugh, “Sadly I think she only works late nights.”
He was about to respond, when we heard our waitress clear her throat. I looked up to the girl, who couldn’t have been more than 16 years old, surveying our large group nervously.
“Hi, I’m Miranda and I’ll be taking care of you guys today,” she said with a semi-shaky voice, “Are you guys ready to order, or should I come back in a few minutes?”
“No, we’re ready,” John said with a huge smile on his lips.
We all rattled off our orders, and she left to go put them in. I noticed John kept his eyes on her until she disappeared into the kitchen.
“Didn’t you learn it’s not polite to stare,” I said flicking my straw wrapper at him.
“But she was damn hot,” he said still looking to where she disappeared to, “I have to get her number.”
We all just laughed at him, and melted into separate conversations while we waited for our food to arrive. I mainly talked to Brian, and quickly realized we had similar taste in a lot of things.
When Miranda came back with our food, I had to hold in my giggles as John flirted with her. She flirted right back, and I knew that he would end up with her number by the end of lunch. We all munched on our food silently once she left, and I realized how hungry I really was.
“Oh shit, I didn’t bring your jersey back,” I said with sudden realization turning to Brian.
“It’s okay, I can just get it from you when I take you to dinner Tuesday night,” he said with a smirk.
“I’ll give it to you when you pick me up around 7:30,” I said going along with the plan.
“So it’s a date?”
“It’s a date,” I said with a wink before turning back to the rest of the table.
Miranda of course returned to check on us, and John shamelessly flirted with her the whole time she stood by our table. I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes at him, and continue eating. When we were done, she brought out the bill, and handed it specifically to John. We all dished out the cash we owed, before standing up and leaving.
“Don’t you need to get her number?” Josh asked John as we started to leave.
“Nah, she left hers for me on the receipt,” he said with a look of triumph, “Looks like I have someone to call tonight.”
“Yeah, after practice,” Stephen said as we got to the cars, “Which is at 6 in our basement. Are you coming Sadie?”
“Have I ever missed one of your guys’ practices?” I asked with a laugh, “Of course I will be there!”
“Alright, see you in like 5 hours,” I said before giving everyone a hug.
I ended up holding onto Brian the longest, and he surprised me by kissing my cheek before heading to his car. I felt the blush creep up my neck, before climbing into the driver seat.
“Swimming before practice?” Stephen suggested as we pulled onto the main road.
“I’m down,” I said shrugging, “I didn’t really get to yesterday. You in John?”
“Sure, why not,” he said from the backseat.
We got home in a matter of minutes, before the boys went to change, as well as me. By the time I made it downstairs into the backyard, they were already in the pool waiting. I hopped in with them, and we spent the rest of the afternoon messing around in the pool. We didn’t realize what time it was until Jess was peeking over the fence saying that practice needed to start. We all dashed out of the pool, smelling like chlorine, and attended the practice in our bathing suits and towels.
